In one day, Cashmere the Witch will be swept away into the future. She will have concocted a "potion of future sight", thinking that she was doing it for the grand possibility of glimpsing into her own destiny. Of course, she shall be completely correct: She will see her future, but after her first few moments of blissful joyous success, her smile would fade. Like a druggie who has taken a hot dose, the apex of happiness and elation becomes an endless and crushing nightmare instead as she experiences an infinite expanse of possible futures. The reason she comes to this conclusion in one day is simple: Fathoming all of those possibilities, exploring what will and what won't happen, what could happen and what should not ever happen, all at once, rips a linear mind away from where they were. For Cashmire, her single moment of the future in one day shall be the only future she will experience, forever.
But let us go back. Only moments after Cashmere comes up with the idea to alchemize the "potion of future sight", she begins to feel something. It's the nagging unease that everything isn't right, but not necessarily that there is anything immediately wrong in what she is doing. After all, her mild feelings of anxiety are drowned out at the idea of using the potion, and seeing her own future. She could see the actions she could take to become more powerful than any other witch on Earth! She could see herself entering into a lottery on a specific day at a specific time, and getting the lottery ticket to fast-track into becoming rich, and with it, famous. She wouldn't even need to be a "witch", something most people would consider to be a fantastical concept, or a bunch of pretenders who like to imagine they could cast magic. Yes... she should be a witch without needing the title. The only thing standing between this woman and a life filled with riches was a simple little bit of luck, luck of which was guaranteed. The chances the potion of future sight could tell her about the best Cashmere she wanted to be was one hundred percent, at least she will believe so until the realization sets in.
Cashmire in her moment a day before being lost, quickly blames it all on her overactive imagination giving her a bit of a spook. Of course, we know that in one day, Cashmere from the future will be doing her best to dissuade Cashmere from the past from making the potion. As Cashmere can only experience the future, The past remembered from a point further in the past, seeing into the future of what has already happened. So while Cashmere may think she has influence over the night she comes up with the idea for the potion, in reality, she has no control. The unease is not the product of the Day-ahead Cashmere's influence, it's simply how Moment-ahead Cashmere will feel that night.
It is only 16 hours until Cashmere shall drink the potion. By now, she will have gotten a good amount of sleep from the night before, slipped into her usual elegant black dress, and put on some lipstick and eye shadow (she'll also do something about her hair, which when she wakes up, is all messy). She will, throughout the day ahead of her, fetch the ingredients, prepare them, create the potion, and finally take a sip herself... with all the small interruptions of daily life like getting lunch or coffee to go along with her work.
In 15 hours before the potion, Cashmere decides